[AZ the Visualiza]

Yeah, New York Undercover baby

Whole lotta things done changed...

Yeah, there's a lot of people puttin black eyes in the game

Knahmean? Time to do this though...



Check it

I had a block locked, but took a fall now I'm off my feet

I gotta eat, so it's back to these fuckin streets

And I will grow cause I'm an old timer

I bring the drama to any nigga, his babies or his fuckin mama

I got a look like Tevin Campbell

But still I gamble, hustle and scramble

Cause money is muscles in this damn zoo

And in order to make it, you gotta take it

Be the boom blast booze bend or break it but don't fake it

That's why there's no guilt for these trife niggas bloods I spilt

Took what they built, flippin they drug game on tilt

Cause in New York, dealin drugs is a sport

You either sell it, smoke it, shoot up or snort

Either way you're caught

And since I'm in it, now I'm in it to win it; sky's is the limit

No more being some motherfucker's lieutenant

Shit, from this point that's how I feel, I wanna fly

Yeah, it's either doe or die



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It's like a jungle sometimes

It's like a jungle sometimes

It's like a jungle sometimes, the weed smoke makes me wonder

How I keep from going under



[AZ the Visualiza]

And all hoods I hang with mix slang in they language

Love, kickin that gang shit, sellin on the same strip

Hustlin hard, no matter how much we hated

So dedicated, even our dreams are drug related

Shit, puff bananas, not even the cops can stand us

Cause of the way we vanish, everytime they come to can us

25 we get the money live - fuck all that funny jive

The streets is our only source to survive

And before any teeny-boppers think about tryin to stop us

I rather put your head, through the propellers of a helicopter

Cause all my peeps be playin for keeps

Straight out the litter, so bitter

these bandits don't even need sweets

Bringin the ruckus, like some mad motherfuckers

Move at night like truckers

When suckers see us, they duck us

Shit, only the real can relate to things a hungry man'll, try

It's either doe or die



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[AZ the Visualiza]

And ever since I was a tarface baby, watchin Scarface

I dreamed of guns and tons of coke on a car chase

A fat connect with a kingpin Colombian

Plus props from crooked cops, payin him tops not to run me in

Keepin my toaster in a shoulder holster

Havin hoes playin me closer, sexin on a silk sofa

Livin the life of the rich and trife

Rugged but sharp like a kitchen knife

Without stress from some bitchin wife

What a life, that's why I be on what I be on

Always ready to war for a score that's sure to put me on

And until then, I won't seal in what I'm feelin

It was inside that I cried, but now its spillin

I'm goin all out, until I fallout; so much of a menace

when I finish milkin New York I'll have to fall out

On the run, cause I know feds'll try to knock me

and railroad my soul to a hellhole if they got me

But not me, I'm goin out fightin until I fry

From hot lead no lie, like I said it's either doe or die



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[AZ the Visualiza]

Visualizin the realism of life and actuality

Fuck who's the baddest

A person's status depends on salary



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[AZ the Visualiza]

If not why not

Either you're in it, or your in the way Baby Pah

New yields, no quills

I want it all..



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